Little poems

It's a dark night and the life is slow, there is no light but firefly's glow.
The breeze to east is set to blow, the booze from feast has taken flow.
The dawn has come for me and you, let the snow melt down and drop as dew.
The cocoa beans now dance in brew, let the sun bloom smiles a few.

Poem O poem, O my dear little poem,
you were born, you were torn, all the time you were forlorn.
Am poet your poet, the one sinful poet,
I bore you, I tore you, for I could not adore you.